There was snow on the mountains above us feeding the creek. The water was cold and we could see schools of brook trout lined up in the creek. On the way up we saw a big brown bear down on the flats and then up in the mountains a lone wolf ran past us up into the woods.
The trout were really picky, I tried everything in my fly box without much luck. Eventually, I was able to drift a small hears ear with a black bead head in front of the fish and they were enticed to strike. Each drift would either catch me a fish or a log, and I lost a lot of flies, but it was worth it.
The fish were large and strong and fought hard. I caught several brookies and mike had a few cutthroat from his float tube. Mike's Dog Belle had a good day fishing too!
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